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The dwarf glanced around. He was growing accus-
tomed to the ditherings of the kender's companion, but it
still bothered him.
"Zap thinks if I take him far enough away from you
and Spellbinder, that he can happen," Chess said with a
shrug.
The dwarf had already started back down the zigzag
trail, so the kender followed him. Chess looked back to-
ward the distant heights now and then and wished the
old spell hadn't attached itself to him.
Full morning lay on the valley by the time Chane and
the kender rounded a bluff on the mountain's long slope
and saw people ahead. Where a stream came down from
the heights, two rough camps had been established, a
few hundred yards apart. The larger camp, and farthest
from the rising mountain, was of dwarves. The nearer,
smaller camp - no more than a few cookfires and bits of
bedding where injured people rested - held a few dozen
humans.
As the dwarf and the kender neared, those humans ca-
pable of holding weapons came out part way and formed
a defensive line, watching the newcomers carefully. In
the dwarf camp beyond, people scurried here and there;
twenty or thirty dwarves soon came at a run to join the
human fighters.
When they were near enough, Chane cupped his
hands at his cheeks and called, "Hello there! Can we join
you? We're peaceful!"
There was hesitation, then a burly human with a full
beard stepped out of the line and called, "Who are you?"
"I'm Chane Feldstone," the dwarf returned
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